The worst mental illness I have ever had was depression.

I found it difficult to get out of  bed.

It seemed everybody was happy but me.

Nothing interested me and I had lost my sense of humor.

It seemed to keep me from learning anything.

I found it hard to talk to people about anything.

I tried reading and taking walks. I tried not to let it bring me down.  I got therapy and medication. Still it kept it’s grip on me.

But I fought back… and, eventually, with help, with therapy, with medication the depression finally left me.

You can beat it but it takes time. Keep the hope!